The Sea Dayak In Zootopia

by WSS99

My first fanfic. This is the story when a graduated high school student has his life flashed within a split second and leave him in super richness from a billionaire whom he killed in the human world. The reason he's here is still unknown, but the cause and his ancestor's warrior bloodline will guide him towards the uncertain future... Chapter 7 is where it gets interesting.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: How It All Began

A/N: Just an update for this fanfic for chapter 1. I have no plot when writing this fanfic, so I began with updating this to have a proper plot. Please read until the end, it may be boring at a few chapters, but things get interesting in chapter 7. If you have time, 'Singularity' is my second fanfic and you guys can help me send your idea for it.

Zootopia is Disney's property and I'm just a humble human being, wanted to be a part of the movie...

So, where do I want to start my story? Well first, let me introduce myself. I'm a human aged 18; yes I am a human, so…? I wasn't supposed in Zootopia? Not yet, but will. I'm a Sea Dayak or 'Iban' as Malaysian called our race. It's a multiracial Islamic small country situated in the South East Asia region. We have everything the first world has while adapting with the second world economy. In Malaysia, cross ethnic marriage is acceptable as the original ethnic marriage. Sound like a bit Zootopia about interspecies relationship, right? I live in the state of Sarawak, dubbed as 'Bumi Kenyalang' or the land of hornbills, the largest state in Malaysia, and the most peaceful state. Basically it's the Borneo version of 'Rainforest District' of Zootopia. So, here it goes… And maybe I should introduce myself. Calvin Nyala, aged 18 (I already mention that, right?), a pure Sea Dayak, and have a tendency to race with my moped. (Seriously, a moped? Nah, have no money to buy a superbike.) Here it goes...

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It was a normal morning, in the normal day, in my normal self. I wake up thanks to my Lenovo A338t (budget cut) who's now serving its last alarm clock call. The reason I setup my alarm? To hunt some deer before I hit the university life in the early morning. It was 7.00 am in the morning; I slide to the snooze button and shove my phone onto the bed, and tried to fall asleep, only to be awakening again by the knock on my door. And also it was on my birthday, which is March 15, 2016.

"Dani Calvin (Wake up Calvin), umbas tinduk (stop sleeping). Nda tebulihka rusa enti enda dani diatu (You won't get any deer if you don't wake up right now)." My dad yelled in my mother tongue from the other side of my door room.

"Auk (Yes)" I groaned. I heard footstep fades away. I sigh. I literally used all my efforts to get my ass up from the gravitational pull of my cozy bed. I managed to sit up on the side of the bed, and stretch my back to release some pop made by my back. My laptop wasn't turned off last night as I was watching the new movie streamed live from the internet. The story played is 'Zootopia' and I admit it, the story was amazing, especially on the level of detail Disney has put effort into it. I turn it off and left my bedroom.

Nothing too much detail over here, like taking a bath, ate some breakfast, but the only thing I notice is that I eat somehow more than usual. Few minutes later, I was getting myself ready for the hunting. Strapped in with my hunting gear, I checklist everything in my mind. A 21' single barrel shotgun, 6 shells of shotgun bullet, my own machete, my phone, a rug sack to carried the hunted deer and a moped key for my Yamaha Y125ZR. Yes, it was two-stroke moped but durable and fast and surprising loud, so?

Ten minutes ride on the tarmac and five minutes ride off road into the forest from my longhouse wasn't boring as the scenery of greens as I ride along, combined with the loud high pitch roar of my moped as I speed along the tree line creates adrenaline rush and the racing spirit in me. I finally reach the hunting ground. I turn off the moped, get off it and do a checklist so everything is not left out. My phone, my gun, the ammo, and my machete, all correct and present.

A few minutes into the forest, or what I say 'The Rainforest District of My Backyard', I spotted a fresh print of deer footprint. Few minutes of tracking and observing the direction of the broken twigs and branches, I estimated it couldn't be a large deer, but sufficient enough to held a party. Another few minutes and it was either my lucky day for finding the deer, or an unlucky day for what's follow afterwards. The deer itself wasn't a deer; it has shorter horns than regular deer, which I guess is a red muntjac due to its red fur. The deer was eating a branch of leaves from a low bush. I crouch, ready my shotgun by loading it, and lock the trigger pin. I aim down the sight towards the red muntjac, which suddenly aware of its surrounding, and then resume eating the leaves. I laid my finger to the trigger, which is tenser than ever, and I pulled it without hesitation.

BANG

Echo travel throughout the rainforest. I lower down my gun, the short live of the pain from the recoil of the shotgun on my shoulder and the smell of the smoke really pleasant me, and at the same time I could have sworn that I heard the word 'Fuck' when I shoot the red muntjac. I unsheathed my machete after sliding my shotgun to the back and walks towards the deer. The closer I am, the more unbelievable I heard, saw, and what the deer was doing. The groaning of pain from the deer grows louder as I approached it. Then, the deer was in my plain sight, which it appeared to… hold onto the pain with his feet, no hand, nope; more accurately it's hoof, trying to stop the bleeding the shotgun wound made to its mark. Then our eyes clashed; the deer's hazel-brownish eye against my dark brown eyes.

"Please… help. Don't…" The deer said low-key. Then it hissed from the pain. I stood there dumbfounded, my brain trying to think the logics of the world. 'A talking conscience deer, with the characteristic of a human under the hide of a deer' was all my brain can squeeze from the logical thinking box. The machete was still in my grip, waiting for the action its holder will do.

Fuck this.

I dropped my machete onto the ground, and reach the rug sack from my back to stop the bleeding of the deer. It hesitated first, but then it let me do my job in stopping the bleeding.

"Why did you do this human? You shot me first. Argh…" It- he speaks. I have to restrain myself from calling the deer 'it' as 'it' was now 'he'.

"I can't let anything bleeding to death, especially when one has conscience." I replied. My hand was stained in crimson red of the deer blood as I applied pressure to his wound.

"You know I can't make it." The deer say, and then hiss from the pain. I ease off the pressure on the wound. "There's a brief case near the ironwood tree." I looked around immediately and spotted the Borneo ironwood. On its root was a brief case. "And here's my watch. Take it." I looked down at him, and on his… wrist was a smart watch. He seems to be ready for his certain death. A few seconds later, the deer went limp. He was severely bled to death, and the cause is me.

My brain wonder around as I sat next to a lifeless deer I just killed. I just sat on the forest floor, next to it, looking down as I failed as if a doctor failed to save a patient's life. The noise from the chirping birds and buzzing bugs fills the atmosphere of the rainforest; the sun blocked by the treetop, creating a nice shade and an interesting pattern ray light, yet still not shaded away my sorrow. The briefcase he mentioned sat next to me after I retrieve it from the ironwood tree, the deer's watch on my wrist. What can go wrong that day than feeling like you lose somebody that is… non-human? I place my machete which i dropped to the ground into its cover which I wear at hip level.

My mind has two options. One; go back to the longhouse with the deer, the briefcase and the watch and two; open the briefcase in the middle of the rainforest. And my curiosity won that day.

I opened the briefcase next to the deer a few feet away. The locks let go of its grip from the edge of the briefcase. What's inside it was something like a personal nuclear launcher used by The President (ha-ha), or just another 15 inches laptop. I pressed the power button, and the laptop beeped to life. The interface popped up as it was been preset by the deer. The interface consisted of latitude and longitude of an unknown places coordinate, a conformation message with no means of turning it off, and a logo with the color of black, red and yellow. The deer watch, more specifically my watch right now, vibrates. The screen lit up against the strong ray of sunlight. It's merely a notification which says…

'Just hit enter.'

And I foolishly hit the enter button on the briefcase laptop. I sat back and watch the whole thing unravel as the briefcase closed by itself slowly and creates a soft 'click', indicating it has been securely sealed. Then, more beeping comes from the closed briefcase, increasing in frequency. The higher the frequency goes, the more annoying if became. Later, the image blurred like a picture of a weak signal of a television channel. There is a curvature of space-time near the briefcase, I thought to myself at the worst situation. Then, a blue orb emerged from the briefcase, increasing the frequency which became the sore spot for human. The humming of the briefcase literally weakens me as it grew louder.

Finally, the blue orb exploded, warping me in its radius. I was send into darkness. And I fall…

Falling…

And keep falling…

Until I hit the solid ground at unknown speed, knocking my head lights out, into the place God-Know-Where-Am-I.

Neat and nice, not so many grammar mistake as compare to my first time writing this fanfic. And more appropriate introduction as before because I think it was overkilled. Still need sufficient detail, yes, I know, but in the meantime, I just stick to simplicity. And also sorry for the language. Chapter 2 will may or may not get an update, depends on me, hehe…